User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150410160038/@comment-2246928-20150422233314

Cawn raised his paw to swing again, but the Captain caught his wrist, holding it there. The scarred ferret smiled fiendishly, before drawing his sword.

The stoat looked completely unsurprised, taking a step back from Galdrim with a bemused smile on his lips.

One of the crew present, a fat stoat called Vindurn, however, gave his captain a strange look, mimicking the looks of shock or confusion on many of the crew's faces, particularly the fox Riltin's. The fox shook his shaggy head in surprise, earrings jangling. "What..."

The ferret took an unhurried step closer to the vixen, and pressed his sword between Rosebrush's shoulderblades, causing the smallest trickle of blood. His voice was low, and shaky with evil excitement.

"What do yew 'ave t' say fore yerself, shipmate?"